All I want for Christmas.

Why does this seem so familiar? Ah technology, how you'll ruin me.

Stupid for you.

Some ideas are better left unfinished, others just untouched.
It's funny how much my heart's sank and life's changed because .

Tomorrow.

A. Hepburn was a wise woman.

Some rules to live by:

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

It's that wonderful old-fashioned idea that others come first and you come second. This was the whole ethic by which I was brought up: Others matter more than you do, so 'don't fuss, dear; get on with it.'

Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt - the day as it comes, people as they come... The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.

Success is like reaching an important birthday and finding you're exactly the same.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Your heart just breaks, that's all. But you can't judge, or point fingers. You just have to be lucky enough to find someone who appreciates you.

For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.

Take time to realize.

It's so hard to hold onto someone you know you could never be with. And no matter how you think about it, you just have to let them go. Because while good things never last, some don't even start.

Why does it bother me so? It's not an issue of being without you - rather, you being with her.

Accomplishments are made possible by your mother - failures are your own fault.

Hi Mams,

Midterms are over, and I'm looking forward to the week or so I have as a break from the next wave. I can't wait to come home next weekend. Despite how I may have come off on the occasional phone calls, I've missed your cooking, your words of wisdom, even your judgmental nitpicks.

It's one thing to be criticized by your friends, another to be analyzed by your mother. But believe me, I'd much rather shamefully be under careful observation through your slightly skewed rose-colored glasses than be at fault by the scrutiny of my self-righteous peers.

I've taken to my social cocoon again, much like last quarter. I don't know why I tend to become more reserved, borderline secretive even, when it comes to friends' remarks about my actions or whereabouts. Hopefully I'll be able to overcome this tendency, since they're all undeserving of that kind of treatment. I promise, I'll come home with hours worth of harmonious accords rather than negative feedback.

I won't let you down.

Love, YS

The dénouement.

Two months can change everything. Take, for instance, my entire world.
Please, not literally.

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